Immanentizing the something or other

A journey into stuff

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Memories, sweet memories

I know we're not supposed to talk about it but night we drove home from western mass on the back roads will always haunt me. I don't blame you for it. I know you were just too tired to drive. I should have offered to drive or at least stayed awake with you to talk. The loud wet crunching sound that woke me... I can't even describe it properly. And the hours we spent digging the hole on the side of the road with our bare hands... And then refilling it... Well, what are friends for?